
LongBeard was sitting in the shade of his favourite red and white toadstool, sharing some green oats with his rabbit friend, Hoppit. They were talking about the weather and the interesting new cloud formations that both had noticed in the last week.
Suddenly LongBeard’s young friend ShortBeard appeared in fro

LongBeard looked at the words, closed his eyes for a minute and then said, “ShortBeard, I will tell you a story, and in this story you will find the meaning of your dream. Here is your story:”

Flamingo’s Last Flight
The mercury was dropping fast in the thermometer. The rain was turning to sleet. The wind factor was pushing the temperature down even more and it was rapidly plummeting below freezing point.
The flock of flamingoes which had been flying South to warmer climes flew closer together in formation, as if they could gain warmth from each other in this way. They were all nearing exhaustion, but intuitively knew if they could just fly for another 10 miles they would be safely out of storm’s reach. They flew on bravely.
However, for one flamingo it was all too much. With a resigned sigh, she closed her wings and dropped from the air.
A flash of lightning split the sky and for a moment clearly illuminated the trees below. Then darkness closed in again, and the flock was spared the sight of their mate meeting her cruel death as she plunged into the landscape far down below.
Acknowledgement: http://www.blazelightaround.co.uk/pages/dreamblazer.php
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Picture: Shani Grove
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